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“Turn the music up louder,” Deja said.

It’s as if the two of them were so synced, that Lyric never looked back because even she knew what the fuck was going on. She turned the music up as loud as it could go. Once that was out the way, all Deja had to do was raise her hips a little bit. I reached down, going for her thong, pulling it to the side. She planted her hands on my chest and eased down on that dick.

I put my hands on her hips, guiding her movements as she bounced. I wasn’t paying attention to anything around me. My eyes were on my baby. She had her eyes on me, biting down on her bottom lip, looking as if she was forcing herself not to moan, out of fear that everyone in the car might hear her.

I was underneath her, fuckin back, making her feel all this shit. I’m talking, deep in her guts. You would have thought that we were back at the crib, with no one else around to see or hear what we were doing. Just as good as it felt to her is as good as it felt to me. I had a mug on my face, eyebrows were lowered, jaw tight, biting down on my bottom lip, absolutely in love with the feel of that good ass wet pussy gliding up and down my dick. I didn’t even have to say shit to her. The look of appreciation on my face said it all.

“Ohhhh fuckkkkkk,” she cried out over the loud music, moving her hips even faster.

I knew she was getting ready to cum. Her pussy was getting wetter. She couldn’t force herself to keep quiet anymore. Wanting to hear all the noise she was making, I took my hands off her ass, only to wrap one arm around her waist, and pull her closer to me. I gave her straight pressure this way. Dick so deep in her stomach, making it where all she could do was whine. Whine, while making that face, like she was gearing up to ask me, why you fuckin me like this. That was her favorite thing to ask me during sex. You couldn’t have good pussy and not expect it to get fucked like this.

“This pussy so good, baby. It’s about to do something?” I asked, my lips right in front of hers.

“Hmmmmm… Wolf… don’t stop… baby don’t stop please. I want to cummmmm,” she moaned.

“I ain’t gone stop shit. Go ahead. Get your shit off,” I groaned, knowing that mine was on the way too.

The song that was playing stopped. It stopped the exact moment that Deja was about to cum, so the entire car heard…

“Wolffffff…. Baby fuckkkk. Why you fuckin me like thissssss? I’m cumingggggg,” she cried.

Her eyes were rolling, too deep into the moment to be embarrassed about what just happened. I didn’t spare her ass either because I was right here, throwing dick at her, making her go through every bit of this orgasm.

“Deja, bitch please!” Lyric talked shit from the front seat.

Deja was in her own world, floating in space right now, so I’m sure she didn’t hear shit that her girl just said to her. I was behind her, getting mine off, filling her with nut. Once she calmed down from the nut, she kissed me all over my face. She played with my bottom lip, sucking on it, kissing on it, and then she reached over for her purse. She had a metallic silver Chanel purse to match her boots.

She was smooth with getting the wipes out and wiping my dick off. She made sure that my shit was squeaky clean. I was able to pull my briefs and jeans back up once she finished. It wasn’t even like me to go one round and call it a day. I liked to keep fuckin. I liked to fuck until I didn’t know what she was saying or when she would get that look in her eyes like she was about to pass out.

Because we were about to pull up to the spot, I did the next best thing, which was help clean her pussy off. I used the wipes, wiping between her legs. Just having to feel it, I stuck two fingers inside of her. Even with the wipe off that I’d just done, she was still wet.

As a man with all this self-control, I was struggling like a motha fucka tonight. Not only did I want to eat it, but I wanted to fuck again. Deja wasn’t going for that shit though because she pulled my fingers out of her, and she finished the job, cleaning herself up.

I had front row seats to watch. I kept my eyes on her, watching her as she cleaned. When she finished, she handed the wipes to me, fixed herself up, and sanitized her hands. She handed me some of the sanitizer as well. Deja kept all kinds of shit in that Chanel purse, so I watched her as she applied a fresh coat of lip gloss, pulled out a mini brush to brush through her curls, and once she finished, she scooted back over to me, lying under me.

“I wouldn’t have done that sober. I have liquor in my system, so I’m feeling bold,” she announced.

“Yeah aight. You nasty. You would have done that shit drunk off water,” I told her.

When she laughed and didn’t deny it, she knew I was telling the truth.

Demarco eventually pulled the car into the parking garage. He was able to land a good spot on the 4th floor. He backed the car into a parking spot and shut it off. I stepped out first, holding the wipes in my hands, and then reached in, assisting Deja in getting out.

As if we didn’t just fuck in the car and spent damn near the entire ride kissing, and feeling on each other, she stepped out, wrapped her arms around my neck, while gazing up into my eyes. I grabbed all that ass, while looking down at her.

“Man, cut that shit the fuck out! You see this nigga every day,” my brother snapped, sounding annoyed as fuck.

Deja laughed, but I didn’t because I was used to my brother being an asshole.

“I just went four days without seeing my man. I still miss him,” she said.

“You standing right in front of him. How the fuck you still miss him? You just let the nigga fuck you in the car. Peep how I didn’t even say anything about it in the car. I let ya’ll have that one,” Demarco shot, pulling up his sagging jeans.

“Go open the door for my girl. How about you do that? How about you be a gentlemen?” Deja talked shit to Demarco.

“Yeah aight,” was all his ass had to say, as he cut through and made his way over to the passenger door, so he could assist Lyric in getting out.

Deja finished kissing on me a little after that, but once her girl got out the car, she let me go. They walked ahead of us, while Demarco came over, walking on the side of me. As we were walking, I spotted a trash can, and that’s where I tossed the wipes.